Saturday afternoon is my favorite time to bake. It’s my preferred form of therapy. Last Saturday afternoon, I decided to make bread to go with our dinner. As I was reaching for my scale to weigh out the flour, I just knew it was going to happen.
I’m not sure why I thought it was a good idea, but there was a nice vacant space between the edge of the scale and the cabinet wall. It seemed like a perfectly good place to put the empty bottles at the time. Who can stand to throw out a perfectly good bottle, anyway. I had accumulated a nice stash of vitamin bottles, pill bottles from the dog’s medications, and even spice bottles.
Of course the entire bottle stash would come crashing to the floor right in the middle of my bread-making afternoon… when I was finally getting some creative time.
If I put them back, I’ll have the same problem. I still can’t stand the thought of throwing them away. The miscellaneous shelf in the garage is full. What on earth do I do with all these bottles? I’ll pile them up on the island until I figure this out.
With safety re-established in the kitchen once again, I quickly got the bread in the oven and used that time to research this issue once and for all. I came across an organization called Matthew 25 Ministries, and the pieces started to fall into place.
I called the organization to make sure it was really true. I spoke with Butch, and indeed he said it was. This organization collects empty pill bottles to include when they ship medical supplies for people in need all around the world. They have simple and clear requirements, which I found on their website.
I was delighted to learn that this organization scored a perfect 100 on Charity Navigator, and that they had been recognized for their humanitarian relief efforts from the same independent charity evaluator. Interestingly, this pill bottle collection started as a small collection and expanded to a nation-wide effort.
I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t have to throw the bottles away. And that they no longer had to live next to the kitchen scale. But I did have one last problem to solve. I needed just the right size box to mail the bottles.
Ziggy’s barking let me know the mail had just arrived. As I munched a slice of freshly baked bread (quality control before dinner, you know), I remembered the order I had just placed online was arriving today. I wonder how big that box will be…